R_M : Ah ,yes ! The 14th chapter of D.D.

I warn you ... this is going to be a might y strange chappy ...

Just needed to write something ...

I know it's lame . So go ahead and tell me what you think .

This goes out to Whisper_Reilman ; for your nifty suggestion of a Farfie POV . I do listen to suggestions ne ?  (^.^);;

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Something was different .

It seemed like the world took a new atmosphere ... and it wasn't exactly for the better .

Farfarello had just returned from one month's seclusion and  the world had taken a whole new twist – Schu was just like him !

It was funny how they thought he was different ; that he wasn't like them ... that he didn't think coherently ... that just because he hated God and liked seeing blood , he was deranged ... but they were wrong .

He saw things more clearly than they could ever imagine .

He knew this was going to happen – it was just a matter of time before Schuldich became like him . And now he would understand what it was like to see the world from jaded eyes and why he hated God so much .

You see , God was just like a child .

He takes the things you really love without asking ; and He doesn't care if you get sad or angry at Him .

He's so selfish – He doesn't give a damn about other people's feelings ... He just filches everything He wants regardless of all the people He could hurt .

That's what He did with him , with Schuldich ... Nagi ... even Crawford suffered from His selfishness .

Farfarello liked Ken .

He liked Ken because in a way , he could see himself in the boy . He was just like Ken before ... before God took away his happiness .

... before He took away his life ...

... his love ...

He watched Crawford and Schuldich fighting in the den , with Nagi lying unconscious on the couch between them and suddenly he felt sorry for all of them .

What a screwed up team they've become .

Just because ...

Because God took away their happiness ...

Just like He did with Farfarello .

And now He was trying to steal from all of them by taking Ken .

How petty .

Oh , he knew all of His tricks . He pretends to give you everything you want , and while your in the midst of your bliss , he takes the cause of it just like that . \

He likes watching people suffer . It was his divine pleasure .

Well , God was going to pay .

He was going to pay for everything .

Soon .

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He had been having dreams lately .

Strange dreams .

In a way , they were nightmares , for he always woke up terrified and heartbroken for some unknown reason .

At first , he saw only details , like short movies flashing before his eyes .

But then ...

They grew longer and longer until everything became a twisted fairytale where he was unable to escape .

And the story grew longer and longer ; with no end , and seemingly no direction .

But tonight ...

Tonight , the picture was revealed .

At first it started out like any normal dream ; with laughter and sunlight and warmth – but everything changed so quickly .

The cheerful blue sky slowly turned to orange , then green , and then red as black clouds gathered across the horizon swirling into a large writhing mass ; like wolves springing to bay .

The air was filled with screaming , wailing and howling from an invisible source ; as if the earth had just decided to unleash its anguish , and he was the only audience destined to hear .

Suddenly , drops fell from the haze and fell on his face .

It smelled like copper .

It was ...

... red ...

blood

The scarlet drops came furiously , sheets of red poured and the pool gathering at his feet started to rise , higher and higher , gathering around his ankles , soaking his pants , clinging to his skin like eerie oil .

He needed to find a way to escape !

But there was no way ... the whole world was drowning in a waves of blood !

It rose higher and higher , until he had to raise his head for air , and suddenly he was enveloped in a in a tide of warm liquid .

He remembered vaguely a memory , too hazy to grasp , but subsisted enough to haunt him .

A distant recollection of some happy past lost in death and anguish and woe .

A past where there was love great enough to overcome almost anything .

A time when he wasn't trapped in the gilded cage in which he knew he existed .

Everything spun in his head crazily … like a gathering twister of thoughts breaking out , exploding .

Finally , everything stopped .

No more rain . No more screams .

The blood was gone , as were the sinister clouds and the scarlet beams of light filtering from the sky . 

                                      Nothing                                                                          

                                       but

silence

Only silence -

- and white flakes pouring from the black clouds .

It was snowing when he ...

... died ...

The wind swept over him , stroking his face , his body , his soul ; carrying a whisper with it .

" Where are you mein lieb ? I'm still waiting for you ."

A gentle voice caressed his soul , and lulled him to peacefulness . Eyes so green that you could almost lose yourself in the glimmering depths , as if you were looking from above a deep emerald ocean in the middle of nowhere .

" Yes . I love you Ken Hidaka ; you're the only person I could ever loved after I lost everything and everyone who ever mattered to me . My sister is gone , Ken , will you desert me too ?"  Shining mauve eyes filled with glimmering pain and brimming love. What poet could have such beautiful , beautiful eyes ?!

And his voice was so sweet , so gentle , so reassuring . When he heard that voice , it made him feel safe once more ...

Schwarz and Weiß ... Black and white ?

Death and revenge  .

So many random thoughts that he couldn't decipher , so many obscure memories .

Schuldig  ...

Guilty ?

Aya ...

What did those words mean ?!

He didn't understand anything anymore .

Everything was just a huge puzzle that no one could ever disentangle .

" I love you Ken ..."

                    "Ai shiteru ..."

                                                  "Don't leave me , mein lieb ..."

                                                                      "Come back ... come back to me"

His heart was painful , an invisible hand was clutching his core with an irrepressible fury .

He was going to die !

Without a memory of his past .

With no initiative for the present .

And ... no hope ... for the future .

And then , amidst a raging fire swirling around him like a living tornado of flames , and amidst the moaning of the wind ;

He would find himself looking at two men ; so different ...

And yet ...

So alike ...

... Aya ...

and

... Schuldich …

The sources of all his pain .

Spectres from his past .

Somehow , he knew with intermingling pain and happiness ...

They were ... going to ... find him ...

At last ... the puzzle was whole .

And he knew , he just knew that somehow , some time , somewhere , he had been loved .

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R_M : YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ! Ken finally rememberrrrrrs !!!! Bwahahahahaha !

I don't know where the reviews are ... sorry . Will thanks you guys later .

Please please review , because I'm running low on morale . And the muses have stopped singing .

Review onegai ! ^.^